Every few years my uncle lends me this book to read to the boys. I like having a special Thanksgiving book to read, as I have always felt Thanksgiving to be a holiday that deserves to be steeped in tradition. As a child, I felt this sense of tradition keenly, as we went about our holiday, but in my adult years, the feeling continues to elude me.
So, I sample things like high school football games, ecumenical prayer services, and baking breads. Last year, I gave up entirely on the tradition idea, and just decided to sit back and enjoy the day. I have to say, it was probably the best Thanksgiving I’d had in a while.
So, ok. I’m feeling no more pressure to find “our” tradition, anymore. But I’d be a fool to ignore opportunities as they present themselves. This book? It’s one such opportunity. This November, the boys and I have already been under Mommy’s Blankie O’ Love once to read about Maggie and Grandmother’s adventure with Mr. Whiskers at the edge of the cranberry bog. And on Friday, we made Grandmother’s Famous Cranberry Bread.
The verdict? Nice. But not as nice as Mom’s. Ironically, Mom tells me these days she just makes the Cranberry Bread recipe from the Ocean Spray bag, instead of her tried & true recipe. Another tradition bites the dust. Is nothing sacred??
Good thing I am the new laid-back-about-Thanksgiving me 😉